One Last Lunge of the Big-Time Washed-Up Player

So full of shit, I need another hit
Tattered and torn, looseleaf paraded storm
Blinded by the sound of silence
Someone save me, someone take me home

So full of shit, I need another hit
Callous and cold, murderous aging bones
Blinded by the sound of silence
Cartwheel kings and liquid violence
Service to the hands of shallow
Marching as I rape and rebel
Shift me with the interstate
I won't retreat, I won't delay
I'm carving out the sick within
So I can live, so I can live again